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Subject: {ASSM} (RP) [4/12] Pact with The Devil (ASFR, MF, MM, cons, mc, nc, scifi)
Date: Sat, 29 Dec 2001 18:10:08 -0500
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                                   Chapter 4
                                  Los Angeles

   ``You look troubled,'' Augustus said to Michael as they were flying west
   to L.A.

   ``I'm worried about Paul,'' he said.

   ``Don't be!'' Augustus exclaimed. ``Your 'showing' netted Paul roughly
   $10million for all the paintings he sold. He's set for life.''

   ``Really?'' Michael said.

   ``You're very popular.''

   They arrived in Los Angeles several hours later. Augustus drove Michael to
   an apartment complex on Melrose Place and showed him where he'd be
   staying.

   It was a bungalow-style apartment. There were 12 apartments, each opening
   up to a central pool. The front was gated, and it seemed pretty secure.

   ``Welcome to 1969 Melrose Place,'' he said, escorting Michael into his
   apartment.

   ``It's gorgeous!'' Michael said, turning to look around. ``Do you own all
   this?''

   ``Yes,'' he said. ``This is where all my stars live. It also dubs as a
   convenient set.''

   ``How many people live here,'' he asked.

   ``You're number 12. We've got 7 girls, and you make the 5th guy.''

   Michael walked through the apartment, checking things out. His was
   furnished quite contemporary; with a black leather couch, lots of black
   mica with chrome trim furniture.

   ``I noticed there's no locks on the door,'' he said to Augustus.

   Augustus brought Michael's bag into his bedroom.

   ``Yes, it's designed that way. There's adequate security with the front
   gate.''

   He also couldn't help but notice there were remote controlled video
   cameras all throughout the compound, and inside the apartment.

   ``What's with all the cameras?''

   ``Like I said,'' Augustus replied, ``this doubles as a set, too. The
   surveillance cameras are primarily for your safety, but they're also
   broadcasted live on our website.''

   ``So people can see everything that goes on in here?''

   ``Absolutely, and people are watching as we speak. Although, they can't
   hear us.''

   ``Cool,'' he said.

   ``Well, I'll leave you to get situated.'' Augustus said. ``I'll see you at
   10am on Monday for your first shoot.''

   ``Bye,'' he replied; as he closed the door behind him leaving Michael's
   new apartment.

   Michael went into the bedroom and started to unpack his clothes and put
   them away.

   Several minutes later, he heard the front door open and light footsteps
   coming towards him.

   When he turned around to accost the stranger who had just entered, his
   eyes fell upon a rather voluptuous redhead, standing naked in his doorway.

   ``You won't be needing a lot of those,'' she said.

   ``Excuse me?'' he replied.

   ``Clothes. You won't be needing a lot of clothes.'' she replied, walking
   into the room.

   ``I'm Trixie, by the way.''

   Michael set one of his sports coats down on his bed and turned to face
   her.

   ``We've heard an awful lot about you,'' she said; running her fingers down
   his chest.

   ``Nice to meet you.''

   ``I'm your welcome wagon.'' she continued, running her fingers through his
   hair.

   Without warning, Trixie leaned forward and took Michael's head in her
   hands. Forcing her tongue into his mouth, her hands traversed down the
   android's body, gently undoing the clasp of his jeans.

   Michael wasn't wearing any underwear, which was just fine for Trixie as
   she nudged her way into his pants. Her small hands grasped the artificial
   member yearning to escape its confines.

   Slowly it growed, responding to the sights and smells of her which were
   filling Michael's senses. She knelt down in front of him, slowly pulling
   his pants down, releasing his shaft from its denim jail.

   Trixie caught a glimpse of Michael's 11 inches for the first time.
   ``Mmm,'' she cried out.

   ``Lovely!''

   Without wasting any time, Trixie went down on him, taking in his entire
   organ; slowly at first, but eventually succeeding.

   Michael was eventually brought to orgasm; and with several powerful
   actions, thrust his juices - made with artificial and natural flavors -
   inside her mouth, the contents spilling from her lips very slightly.

   ``Delicious,'' she said, ingesting the last of it.

   ``You're going to be a star.''

   Trixie was one of Augustus' starlets who found her hooking the streets
   when she was just 17. He gave her a place to stay, got her boobs fixed,
   and gave her a job. That was 8 years ago, and now Trixie is one of
   Augustus' most popular featurettes in his films.

   Orgasm Entertainments is one of Hollywood's most successful adult media
   production and distribution companies and caters to all lifestyles.

   Trixie spent the night at Michael's apartment that evening, but the two
   didn't get much sleep. For hours, the two's trysts went on endlessly. One
   after another, throughout the night he brought her to orgasm as they tried
   just about every position in the Karma Sutra. When dawn broke, she was
   exhausted, asleep on his chest.

   She must have been having an intense dream; as he looked down upon her, he
   could see her masturbating herself under the sheets.

   She awoke several minutes later to find herself still resting on his
   chest. She didn't say anything, or open her eyes as she let her hands
   wander over to his thighs. Michael thought she was still asleep and didn't
   say anything for fear of waking her.

   Slowly she caressed his leg and thighs, moving her fingers farther up
   towards his waist with each stroke. When she reached his shaft and balls,
   she was pleasantly surprised to find him again, hard as a rock, and ready
   for more action.

   She grabbed the top of his shaft with her right hand and slowly begin to
   jerk him off. Not wanting to stain the sheets with another eruption, and
   thinking she was still dreaming, He let her do this for as long as she
   wanted.

   Twenty minutes had passed, and Trixie was beginning to get frustrated.
   Faster and faster she stroked him, hoping to find a warm eruption would
   soon follow. When it didn't, she altered her rhythms and played more with
   the head of his cock.

   ``Aren't you going to cum,'' she said, quite disappointed.

   ``You're awake!'' he cried out.

   ``I have been,'' she exclaimed, sitting up to look at him. ``I've been
   trying to jerk you off for the past 20 minutes or so.''

   ``I, I thought you were still asleep. Dreaming.''

   He reached down and kissed her on her forehead. ``But if you want me to
   cum, I can do it right now,'' he said afterwards; and without warning
   spewed his juices all over her.

   ``Oh my God,'' she cried out, fingering up the juices which had fallen on
   her and him. ``You've got some amazing control!''

   He went into the bathroom to take a shower.

   Trixie followed soon after and joined him.

   The two faced each-other, letting the jets of water flow into every nook
   and cranny of their bodies. Michael picked up the bar of soap and ran it
   all across Trixie's neck, breasts, and stomach.

   He paid careful attention to her breasts, kneading them gently in his
   hands. Massaging them. Caressing them.

   When he finished washing the front of her, she took the soap from him and
   began washing him.

   Slowly she ran her fingers over his chest, feeling the sharp ridges of his
   seemingly defined pecs. Further down she went, gently caressing the
   nodules of his abdominals. She continued further, cupping his balls in her
   hand while she washed them and his shaft. She couldn't resist milking his
   long, soft shaft as she gently pulled back it skin to pay special
   attention to his glans.

   All this was getting Michael excited again, and slowly his member was
   getting long and firm right beneath her fingers. She wasn't about to let
   him get off just yet; before she had a chance to wipe his ass.

   Next, she rolled the soap in her palm creating a thick lather as she
   reached under him with her soapy fingers, paying careful attention to his
   anus. Gently she inserted two of her slippery fingers into his anus,
   getting them clean.

   This startled him since he's never had anyone play with his anus like this
   before. Without warning, he couldn't resist coming at that very moment as
   he spewed himself right into her face.

   ``Oh my God,'' he said apologetically. ``I'm so sorry!''

   Laughing, Trixie stood back up, wiping the artificial semen from her eyes.
   ``Guess we know what turns you on, you kinky pervert.'' she said as she
   moved her face under the water to wash her face off.

   They both left the shower as soon as she had cleaned her face.

   Michael walked into his bedroom to put some clothes on after drying off
   when he noticed Trixie leaving.

   ``Where are you going?'' he asked, his towel still around his waist.

   ``I'm going to go lay out by the pool,'' she said. ``Wanna join me?''

   ``But you have no clothes on.''

   ``Honey, at Melrose Place clothing is practically prohibited.''

   He followed her outside to the pool where Jeff, Kyle, Alex, Roxy, and
   Christy were already catching some rays.

   ``Hey guys,'' said Trixie. ``I'd like you to meet Matthew.''

   ``Michael,'' he said.

   ``Michael? I thought it was Matthew.'' she said.Jeff and Christy chuckled
   at the societal faux pas Trixie had made, and the trench she was digging
   deeper and deeper.

   ``Anyway,'' she said; ``He's Augustus' new prodigy. And a great fuck, I
   might add.''

   ``Well pull up a seat, darling,'' Roxy said. ``Take your towel off and
   enjoy the rays.''

   He dragged a chaise closer to them and took off his towel to lay down on
   the lounge.

   ``Whoa there, honey,'' Roxy said when she caught a glimpse of his member.

   ``Good God,'' said Alex noticing his prowess as well. ``I've died and gone
   to Heaven.''

   ``Turn around for us,'' Christy said. ``Let's get a good look at you.''

   Michael smiled and posed for the five sunbathing out by the pool.

   ``That thing is not going to fit inside of me,'' exclaimed Roxy.

   ``It's not that bad,'' Trixie said. ``He's actually very gentle!'' she
   finished, giggling. ``Plus, he comes on command,'' she added.

   He laid down on the lounge chair at this point and was watched a flock of
   birds fly through the sky.

   ``Are you a top or a bottom,'' asked Kyle.``Excuse me?''

   ``Do you like to fuck or be fucked,'' Trixie interpreted.

   He thought about his answer for a moment. ``I like sex, period,'' he said.

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